FC Of Stourbridge Junction

“Morning, my little gravy goblin! Your mousse awaits!”

Night night sweet dreamies Gwinster

Breakfast has been had

“MILKZILLA! Please approach the refreshments department!”

Gwinny came scrambling over the fence like a ginger commando on a top-secret mission. Apparently, when there's a possibility of food, dignity is optional and fences are merely minor inconveniences. Operation Fill My Belly was officially underway!

Good morning, Lord Gwinnington! Today's breakfast is a delicate mousse finished with a luxurious gravy reduction. Do try not to inhale it

Little marmalade minx

Helloooo, my little Milky Moo! Have you come for your evening slurps?

Good evening, Mr Foghorn. No need to shout, I can see you.

Morning, my little pudding. Is your tummy rumbling out loud again?

Oi, Pudding Paws! Come and wet your whiskers!

Here comes the orange eating machine

He’s here. He’s ginger. He has demands

Well, well, well… if it isn't the furry face of organised dairy crime

His body clock says teatime. The actual clock says otherwise. Gwinny has chosen to trust his body.

Currently experiencing a deeply personal disagreement with Greenwich Mean Time.

When the clocks go back…..

British Summer Time may be over, but Gwinny is still operating on Dairy Saving Time.

Gwinny! The all-inclusive buffet is open

Snooze break